“I can’t write a story, Stef. Words dry up, or they don’t come at all. But I . . . I need you to help me find that voice you were so certain I’d find. “Not for me. It’s for Lump. You owe him, you know, since he looked out for me in those cells. Lost as he was, he fought those Raven bastards more than once when they tried to slap me around.” I blinked through the burn of tears. “He’s looking out for me now that you’re gone.”
